I only said, “I would have given you love for free. You should never have tried to steal what was already yours to receive.”
He lowered his eyes.
A week later, Ethan moved a bookshelf into the front room and asked if he could work remotely from my house for a while. Now he visits every month, sometimes more. The back room is gone—I had it torn down and replaced with a garden of white roses and tomatoes.
People ask what changed.
The answer is simple.
My grandson came to visit, asked the question everyone else had learned not to ask, and refused to look away from the answer.
